I’m going to do my best to keep this blog from being about our tour guide (bless her heart, she tried), because Cinque Terre deserves better. (Oops, I failed already.) June 9 had a beautiful beginning: It was day two aboard the Pacific Princess on a 12-night swing through the Mediterranean. We had left Rome, jet-lagged but enchanted, the evening before on our way to Portofino and the Italian Riviera. We had high expectations: The whole region is known for its beauty, and we were going to tour Cinque Terre, a UNESCO-protected national park famous for picturesque villages clinging to cliff-sides amid glorious arrays of flowers, ... [Read More]